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Activating the Dusk Moth
Looking around the tower top they recall the information they have found in the lower levels regarding this. Apparently this is an alter of sorts to the Goddess Desna; going on the principle that it’s better to have a god in your camp they make the decision to do their best to clean up the shrine and see if they can re-consecrate it. They spend the remainder of the day removing bodies and scrubbing the tower clean with spells and other more mundane ways.
Come night they all sit in a circle on the tower top a faint radiance emanates from the menhirs atop the temple, almost like a refractive fog which emanates from the huge moth scribed in the tower top. Each of them attempts to activate the Dusk Moth using the communion scroll they found; they are finally rewarded as they all fall into a deep trance.
The party commune directly with Desna herself; the goddess thanks them for restoring and cleansing her temple and shows them a vision of the future. The party see themselves facing a black-robed necromancer wearing a bone breastplate as he stands before a ruined tower; fighting a terrifying, tentacled monster deep beneath the sea; confronting a beautiful female vampire spell caster in an underground chamber; and battling a decaying lich, blazing with arcane power, atop a high spire beneath dark, churning clouds.
They all wake one hour later as the radiant stones fade back to dull gray, and the last of the Dust Moth’s magic peters out. All of them look at each other in wonderment as they notice that the irises of their eyes have turned a pale silvery color, a visible and permanent sign of their experience. They then all scream in pain as a burning pain erupts from their hearts as if it is exploding and spreads up over their chest to their left shoulder and down their arm. Shuddering they regain their feet a few minutes later once the pain subsides and they inspect the site.
Each of them has an intricately scribed tattoo with a star knife centered over their hearts with blue flames rising from this up to their shoulder and running down their arms to their wrist. Within these flames are tiny butterflies or moths which seem to be dancing around a collection of stars. The burning pain is just a memory but they are hesitant to touch the tender feeling flesh; however being brave adventurers they do and they are rewarded with the knowledge that they have been granted a boon of minor healing once per day and they can if they all agree cause a once only effect that should help them in a magical conflict. They each feel the peace of the goddesses presence wash over them and then depart leaving behind a strong yearning for the feeling to persist.
Slowly they all get to their feet and examine each others tattoo’s with interest; they all look identical from what they can see. However they are all tired from their experience and decide to camp upon the tower tonight and head to the ruined town of Feldgrau early tomorrow morning.
Looking around the tower top they recall the information they have found in the lower levels regarding this. Apparently this is an alter of sorts to the Goddess Desna; going on the principle that it’s better to have a god in your camp they make the decision to do their best to clean up the shrine and see if they can re-consecrate it. They spend the remainder of the day removing bodies and scrubbing the tower clean with spells and other more mundane ways.
Come night they all sit in a circle on the tower top a faint radiance emanates from the menhirs atop the temple, almost like a refractive fog which emanates from the huge moth scribed in the tower top. Each of them attempts to activate the Dusk Moth using the communion scroll they found; they are finally rewarded as they all fall into a deep trance.
The party commune directly with Desna herself; the goddess thanks them for restoring and cleansing her temple and shows them a vision of the future. The party see themselves facing a black-robed necromancer wearing a bone breastplate as he stands before a ruined tower; fighting a terrifying, tentacled monster deep beneath the sea; confronting a beautiful female vampire spell caster in an underground chamber; and battling a decaying lich, blazing with arcane power, atop a high spire beneath dark, churning clouds.
They all wake one hour later as the radiant stones fade back to dull gray, and the last of the Dust Moth’s magic peters out. All of them look at each other in wonderment as they notice that the irises of their eyes have turned a pale silvery color, a visible and permanent sign of their experience. They then all scream in pain as a burning pain erupts from their hearts as if it is exploding and spreads up over their chest to their left shoulder and down their arm. Shuddering they regain their feet a few minutes later once the pain subsides and they inspect the site.
Each of them has an intricately scribed tattoo with a star knife centered over their hearts with blue flames rising from this up to their shoulder and running down their arms to their wrist. Within these flames are tiny butterflies or moths which seem to be dancing around a collection of stars. The burning pain is just a memory but they are hesitant to touch the tender feeling flesh; however being brave adventurers they do and they are rewarded with the knowledge that they have been granted a boon of minor healing once per day and they can if they all agree cause a once only effect that should help them in a magical conflict. They each feel the peace of the goddesses presence wash over them and then depart leaving behind a strong yearning for the feeling to persist.
Slowly they all get to their feet and examine each others tattoo’s with interest; they all look identical from what they can see. However they are all tired from their experience and decide to camp upon the tower tonight and head to the ruined town of Feldgrau early tomorrow morning.